My pregnancy tracker app notified me that I am 6 months pregnant. Wow! I can’t believe how quickly time flies. Micro Montgom is half baked (+5 weeks) and weighs over a pound! It’s been a beautiful journey so far! I really want to document some of the fun things we’ve been experiencing over the past few months. Here we go…
One of the first things people ask when they find out I’m pregnant (other than the weird shit like, “Did you get pregnant in October?”) is “Have you been craving anything?” The answer is, nothing abnormal or strange. I’ve really enjoyed rainbow sherbet, cheese, raspberry sorbet, tart frozen yogurt, smoothies with raspberries, cereal with ice cold milk, cheap Chinese lemon chicken from a raunchy little local dive Chinese food place, pickles, Sour Patch Kids, french and sourdough bread, and most of all ICE WATER! All of these things I enjoy outside of pregnancy so it hasn’t been “weird”. The one thing I found strange was my new found want for Lemonade. None of my cravings have been nagging…meaning I could always go without… but I sure do enjoy indulging! I haven’t had any food aversions other than sometimes certain things sound better for dinner than others. I do notice I am the most picky around dinnertime. Outside of pregnancy Mr. Making and I try to eat clean. The other night he made roasted chicken, roasted carrots, and roasted potatoes. I only ate the potatoes and called it a night. Sometimes veggies don’t sound good especially if they’re cooked. Give me all of the cucumber and raw bell peppers please!!!! I guess you could add potatoes to the list of cravings too, because as I type this.. I’m picturing a baked potato loaded with butter, sour cream, and black pepper…… now I’m drooling.
-Feeling the baby wiggle around. I’ve been really fortunate, even with an anterior placenta, I started feeling movement super early.
-When Michael felt the baby kick for the first (second) time. The baby started doing kickboxing class in my belly..Michael rushed over and put his hand on my stomach. His hand quite literally popped up with the kick it was almost as if bebe was saying hi papa!
-Finishing all of the CrossFit Open workouts…taking first place in the scaled division at our gym on a few!
-Daydreaming about names for our future bebe. We’ve landed on a name we both really like. It has tons of meaning to both of us and we can’t wait to share it with the world!
I’ve been incredibly fortunate and super thankful to have an easy pregnancy. We’re talking no morning sickness and no real pregnancy complaints. I do pee a lot (thats nothing new), I had a cold for about 10 days and that sucked, and I can’t keep enough Kleenex on hand because my nose is a constant waterfall. Sleeping has been (insert eye roll here) but I’ve had tons of energy so its okay. I’ve been a little itchy (hello itchy nipples WHAT ON EARTH?!), and my lower back has been a pain in the butt (S.O to my awesome chiropractor that kicks ass with those adjustments). Truly, I have very little to gripe about. However there is a story thats worth sharing. Last weekend we went to Portland to visit our best friends. I found out earlier in the week I had to work on Sunday. You might be thinking thats the horrible part and I would definitely agree but the story gets worse. Picture this: I woke up a little before 6:00 AM (still not the worst part) to head to work. I took a quick shower, threw on my work clothes, and ran downstairs to find best friends hub cooking me up some breakfast. Rachel and I married the best men on earth! I told him I was in a hurry and would pass on breakfast. He insisted I take some coffee and a banana, good man! As I charged out the door I was glad to have the banana knowing that by the time 10:00 AM rolled around I would be starving. I decided to scarf down the banana before I even hit the highway. I plugged the address into my GPS (mind you, I was in Portland and had no clue where I was going) and was on my way. I touched base with my co-worker to give him an ETA. GPS was telling me the drive was about 25 minutes and that I would arrive about 5 minutes before our meeting. I told him I would call when I was in the parking lot. About 15-20 minutes into my drive I started feeling nauseous… my skin got clammy… and tunnel vision set in. I told myself to breathe as I tried not to panic. Picture this, 6 months pregnant, 6:30AM Sunday Morning, driving down a two lane highway in downtown Portland…NOWHERE to pull over. I tried running through every scenario in my head of what my options were. Pull over on the non-existant shoulder? And what? Wait to puke? Was I even going to puke? What was happenging? Do I throw my head out the window driving 70MPH down an unknown road risking crashing into a concrete barrier or worse another car? Do I pray I’m not going to be sick and breathe through it? Yes! Thats what I do. Windows down. Breathe! GET TO AN EXIT. BREATHE. Shit, theres a bag in the back seat. Dump out the bag. How far? GPS said ONE EXIT AWAY. Less than 5 minutes to desitantion. Make it off the highway. BREATHE! Don’t barf. Fresh air. OH GOD PUKE. Right in the bag…. on my lap. No worries right? Thank God I had a bag! WRONG. The bag had a GIANT hole in the bottom. I quite literally puked all over myself doing 70MPH (probably by this time I was only doing 45MPH) down an unknown downtown Portland highway on my way to work. Cue the waterworks. And a second round of vomit. I finally pulled off the highway, threw the half-assed “bag” of barf out of my car along with a giant wad of barf soaked Starbucks napkins I had stashed in my glove box. Between hysteria I managed to call my co-worker and tell him *all* about my situation. Not going to work. Drive back to Rachel’s house covered in vomit with mascara dripping down my face. Get home, strip down inbetween tears. Take second shower of the day. Husband cleaned car. Best friend started washing machine. Fall back asleep. Wake up needing breakfast.
This whole parenting thing is HUMBLING and its only just begun.
**Sorry Portland, I know you’re like super green.. and crunchy granola..and stuff… and I’m kinda sorry about littering my “bag” (piece of plastic with holes in it) of vomit and puked covered napkins on your streets….but I’m also not really that sorry because I barfed all over myself. Call it even?**